Are you talking to me, John?

Anyone else here?

What are trying to say?

Speak any English?

Who do you think you are?

Call me Sir

D’you have a better way?

Any way you want

D’you have insurance?

Don’t need insurance

What are you waiting for?

Your mouth to stop

You throw the first punch

You need instruction

Wait for the cold floor

Age before beauty

Is that thing your face, John?

Someone say something?

Or did you neck throw up?

What did you say, slim?

If I looked like you

You only wish

I’d teach my ass to talk

Don’t breathe on me

You got a nerve, friend

Got more than one

You got it coming

You and whose army?

I’m gonna cut you up

I got a gun

Better get running

What am I running from?

Everyone is happy, everyone is free

Everyone is peaceful, listen and you’ll see

You’re a low-down, dirt-licking, mother-sucking, jerk-headed, dope-eyed, dog-faced, scum-brained, rat-bellied, sewed-tongue, spud-nose, lug-eared, bug-chinned, needle-dicked, paddle-armed, stick-legged, sponge-brained, mop-haired, wet-headed, loose-lipped, rattle-kneed, sway-backed, boat-footed, worm-hearted, jelly-chinned, cave-chested, pencil-necked, back-handed, snaggle-toothed, baggy-buttled, rag-wearing, yellow-haired jerk